Note to Selves
I’m waiting on something only sweet patience can bring- but my patience is course and vulgar, and a bit ticked off… Lord have Mercy…
Reasons have become excuses to live- just go ahead and live!! You don’t need a reason, sillies. But iffin you’re so Hell-beant on reasons, then at least make sure they stem from your heart (or even your stomach, just so long as the brain doesn’t get too big for its britches…)
When there’s nothing left to fall back on save nauseam and distortion, reach up towards the beating rhythm of your own heart; that which will carry you away- it’s a safe ride, I promise.
Copyright Keli Birchfield 2012